It's been an obnoxious night of prep for my procedure today, but in just over an hour I'm to go into battle. If I don't return, know that I went under battling not one but two mechanical metal tentacles.

But looking back on it things turned a good way for a time and I can look back on this post with the knowledge that it worked out better than I expected when I posted it.

Between the heat, the lung irritation from mothball exposure, and aggressively hostile digestive issues it would be more than enough for me. But somehow in all this my mystery symptoms for this year are flaring again. My tongue hurts and taste foul, I can't seem to sleep, I shiver and sweat even in comfortable temperatures, my back hurts and there is a achey sore swolleness to everything.

So I'm going to go to bed now, and hope that two plus a bit from now I may look at this again and feel a slight sense of bemusment at the feelings of helplessness and vulnerability my health these 8 months has force on me. and maybe feel a sense of enthusiasm for what surely must be my ultimate triumph over all my problems... that of I find a lovely dream to never wake from.